This story is third installment about a group of young men growing up in the fictional town of Freeport, NC, that all have unique- very unique relationships with each other. There was/is a lot of experimenting with one another and lying to each othe...
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THURSDAY EVENING, THE THIRD WEEK OF APRIL 2023
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Jada was treating Keon Jr. to some well-earned Red Lobster, when he got a call from his father, Keon Sr. As he listened to what his father had to say, Keon Jr.'s mouth just dropped.
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Keon Jr. ON THE PHONE: ... Oh no! But how you handling all this right now? [listening and saying "uh huh" as he nods]
... Okay, so I'll have to take some time off to fly out. [goes back to listening]
... I'm not sure how much time Trey can take off though. But whatever days he can get off, I'll make sure we make for the funeral.
Jada: [gasps] ... Oh no! [placing her hand on top of Keon Jr.'s]
Keon Jr. ON THE PHONE: [lifting his hand, he clasps Jada's hand bringing it to his lips and then kisses it] ... Yes sir, of course. Well, I'm at dinner with Jada and I'll call you back after I tell Trey. [listens to his father say what he had to]
... Iight Dad. Talk to you soon. Bye. [puts his phone down and takes a deep breath]
... My grandmother just passed.
Jada: Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that. [moves closer to Keon Jr. and begins to rub on his back]
Keon Jr.: Thank you.
Jada: [signals to the waiter] ... Can we have two to-go-boxes please?
Waiter: Of course, ma'am.
Jada: You ... gonna ... umm. I don't know what to say.
Keon Jr.: It's fine. She lived a good and long life. She was ninety-one.
Jada: Yeah, that's a good long life. Not many make it to their nineties.
Waiter: [returning with the to-go-boxes] ... Here you go ma'am.
Jada: [takes the boxes and hands the waiter eighty dollars] ... Thank you and here you go sweetie.
Waiter: ... I'll be back with ...
Jada: [cuts off the waiter] ... The rest is for you sweetie. Have a blessed night.
